Aori had been up all night, unable to sleep due to the sheer excitement. Tomorrow marked her first day at a prestigious hero university, U.A. as they called it. The young girl's first step toward becoming a pro-hero. Sure, at one point in time she had wanted something a little different. To be a singer just like her mom, but that's life, isn't it? Things change, ideas come and go... like autumn into winter.

She paced around her room, heavy dark bags forming under her eyes. She looked like a mess, a monster befitting the mutant quirk she was born with. Eventually, she picked up a toy she had been acquainted with some time in the past, something she turned too on occasion when she was in desperate need of answers. A magic eight ball. Shaking it violently, [color=#AFE1AF][b]"Will I have a good day tomorrow?"[/b][/color] She asked, at first in a very sweet and kind voice. 

Within the blue triangle, words floated into existence. [b]"NO."[/b] It read, in all capital letters.

[color=#AFE1AF][b]"Huh!? What do you mean no! Aori's day will be amazing, I KNOW IT!"[/b][/color]

[b]"Then why did you ask..."[/b] Foreign words for a machine programmed to have the most basic responses. It wasn't Aori's fault her parents had spent the extra dollar on a newer model. A "sassy and sarcastic" magic eight ball. Not really what she needed at the moment!

This went on pretty much all night, question after question, annoying answer after answer. When the sun finally came up, Aori had grown exhausted from her debates with the toy but the idea of school filled her with a burst of energy unlike any other. Unfortunately, that couldn't get rid of the eye bags.

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U.A. was massive. It stood before her like a mighty modern castle of education. Her hair rolled out in excitement and she twirled a tentacle in her fingertips. Mystery foam was running down the corner of her mouth as she daydreamed of her future to come. Not only was she going to become a hero, but she was going to meet people just like her. With a common interest.

Recently, she had gotten into the art of making paper dolls. Her newly-discovered current obsession. Therefore she always carried scissors and paper with her, for now anyway. In about a week that would be a dead hobby, joining her cemetery of forgotten interests. Therefore the drooling girl walked through the gates, keeping her head on a piece of paper she was snipping away at, attempting to get the "dolls" into heroic silhouettes.

Stopped by a robot who demanded her name, she gladly gave it away. [color=#AFE1AF][b]"Aori Nagano."[/b][/color] After approval, Aori continued onward, talking to herself the entire way. She was still pretty bent up about the events of last night...

[color=#AFE1AF][b]"Aori will show that stupid magic eight ball, won't she?!? Ahahahahahaha!"[/b][/color] Truth be told, she didn't really notice the other students. Not yet anyway. She wasn't used to having friends and found it hard to make them, most people avoided her. Even when walking through the crowd, slits of paper falling behind her as she sliced and sliced, nothing seemed to phase her.

When she finally reached the doors to the building, not just the courtyard or the gate leading up to it, she only had a few words to say. Mumbled under her breath. [color=#AFE1AF][b]"It's hero time!!!"[/b][/color] The words escaped her mouth very slowly, long and drawn out they brought upon a smile, a wicked and evil smile! She had no malicious intent, of course, she just happened to have REF. Resting evil face.